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"Good boy... come here..."

Seeing Bai Mu wake up, Lance closed the Bible on his lap and waved to him.

This action made Bai Mu feel vigilant for no reason, and he didn't move for a moment.

Lanstead seemed to be in a really good mood, and he didn't show any displeasure because of Bai Mu's slight resistance.She just looked at him with those blood-colored eyes, feeling a little helpless in her pampering.

Bai Mucheng got goosebumps all over his body.

But soon, Bai Mu didn't care about it anymore.

He found that his body was completely out of control, and he couldn't help getting out of the bed and walking towards Lansed, kneeling on the ground, and leaning his head on the side of the other's leg affectionately.

——Bai Mu was mentally prepared for the fact that Lance could control his actions, but he didn't expect him to be so direct.

The floor is covered with soft carpet, even when knees are on the ground, it doesn’t feel hard. The room is also cleaned every day, there is not a speck of dust, and it can’t be said to be dirty...

but……

but! !

Bai Mu: Is this treating him like a dog? !

Bai Mu said mmp silently in his heart, but the expression on his face was controlled.

He complied with the intimacy spontaneously generated by his body, and did not resist the control of the other party, and even showed an attitude of attachment.

Bai Mu: The system owes him a statuette.

Lanstead seemed to be very satisfied with his attitude, and the smile on his face deepened. He gently stroked the soft blond hair, and praised: "Well done."

Bai Mu:? ? ?

What did he do to be "good"?

When Bai Mu was brought to an altar on the second day and night, he guessed what was going on.

Although he had never been here before, Bai Mu recognized him immediately.

This place is really famous - the place where the first holy son and the head of the association sealed the blood prince 600 years ago.

The scenery here is not the same as the illustrations that Bai Mu found in the historical materials of the blood clan.But it is also expected, after all, more than 600 years have passed, and this is the place where the ancestors of vampires slept, and the repairs will definitely be different every year.

There is another reason why Bai Mu is so sure: the moment he stepped on the altar, two blood powers in his body immediately surged up, clamoring to wake up something...

——What else can wake up?He can now be on the grave of his ancestors.

"Good boy..."

A cold kiss fell on his forehead, and Lansd hugged him forward, his movements were gentle, "Let's break the seal together."

"When everything is over..."

He smiled and didn't finish——

The throne of a person seems a little lonely, and having such a good child with him... seems not bad.

... until it's all over.

They should be crowned together.

This kid deserves it...

Bai Mu is not curious about what the protagonist Gong wants to say at the moment, and he is not at all interested in that bullshit coronation.

He is more concerned about whether there is such a thing in the plot.

However, now that the system plot is lost, Bai Mu can't be sure.

He was silent for a moment, and said to the system, "Let's deduce, if Lanced successfully awakens the blood prince this time, what is the probability of the human side winning?"

The system agreed, and the progress bar of the calculation was projected and displayed in the sea of ​​consciousness. It took a long time to fill in the bottom slowly.

At this time, Bai Mu had been brought to the center of the altar by Lance.

Bai Mu: ...

What's the use of asking you to come?

Bai Mu's hand was held forward by him, and the sharp nails stopped on the top of the wrist. Sensing Bai Mu's tightness, Lansd smiled, but did not cut directly.

His long-held wish was finally fulfilled, and he was in a surprisingly good mood at the moment, and he didn't care about wasting that little time.

"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."

When he said this, he leaned over to Bai Mu's ear, and kissed his neck again after he finished speaking, his fangs slowly approached the soft skin—vampire's fangs have a paralyzing effect, and he wanted to use this to comfort and frighten him child.

Facts have proved that you must never dawdle when doing bad things.

"The villain dies because of talking too much" has been proved by many people to be an irrefutable truth.

Just as Bai Mu was still thinking about how to delay the time, waiting for the system to calculate the progress, a strong wind hit behind him.

The menacing golden chains headed straight for Lance, forcing him to back away, and where he retreated, a silver spear pierced the wind and pierced straight through.Lanstead didn't panic at all, he just raised his hand, and an invisible barrier stood up, easily blocking the stab.

But the sharp claws that came immediately left three bloodstains on his back.

Blood dripped down and seeped into the crevices of the altar.

This wound finally made Lanced frowned. He ignored the two annoying humans, and his blood-red eyes fixedly looked at the last appearance of Luo Wei, "Do you really want to...betray, betray, plant , Clan?!"

Lowe answered that question with a renewed attack.

Lowe has noticed something is wrong since he left the castle.

...He bestowed his power on Wilt.

There was nothing wrong with this: Weier was seriously injured and weak, this would allow him to recover faster... it was just a small loss of strength, and if that person wanted to, he even wanted to share all his abilities with him.

If he hadn't remembered the "Prince Lipscher" that Lanstead mentioned...

Although Lowe seldom admits his blood identity, he is half of Lipcher's master after all, and he also knows how to wake up the sleeping ancestor.

He handed over the key himself...

Handed over to Weir who is still under the control of Randstead.

Facing Luo Wei's wordless choice, Lance's face sank, and his bright red eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

...Practically speaking, Lance's talent is not suitable for frontal combat, especially the three people he is facing now belong to the category with extremely high mental resistance.

But no matter how innately unsuitable for fighting, with thousands of years of power accumulation, it cannot be underestimated.

……

…………

The sharp nails pierced through Lowe's shoulders. Before Lance had time to reach down to his heart, the burst of light from the formation under his feet made Lance's movements stagnate. The golden chains took the opportunity to go up, trying to lock him layer by layer. live.

The weapon that once sealed the prince still made him fearful.

Lansd's expression was serious, and he wanted to forcefully break free, but at the same time, the Holy Spear came with a strong wind, and when he encountered the invisible barrier he raised his hand, he only paused for a moment, and shattered the barrier .

Lanstead looked slightly stunned, but soon understood——

Those two humans both hid their strength.

Lanstead does not despise human beings like those arrogant nobles, after all, he has personally experienced the war that year.However, the silence of human beings for hundreds of years made him unavoidably let down his vigilance, and the arrogance of those blood clans gained the upper hand again.

Luo Wei also understood this point and used himself as bait, which is why he had the upper hand now.

But after a slight astonishment, Lansd did not show any anger, but pulled the corners of his lips, and slowly revealed a smile.

The three of them immediately became vigilant, gave up the attack in unison, and withdrew to the rear.

Brott's injury was not healed last time, and his speed of leaving was slightly slower for a moment, and there was a bloodstain on his neck - if Sacha hadn't pulled him with the chain quickly, he would be separated right now .

Blott didn't pay attention to the wound on his neck, he looked at the opposite side, his gray pupils spread unnaturally, he opened and closed his mouth, and uttered the two words with difficulty, "Wei...

you……? "

Obviously, it didn't hurt the vocal cords, but the voice was extremely hoarse.

The young man he knew all too well was standing opposite him, his blond hair was a little messy, covering his red eyes.

——Looking at it this way...it seems to be the same as before...

Before they came, of course they thought about this possibility, but when it really happened, all the plans were so pale and powerless.

can't do...

At the very least, he can't do it right... This person is facing each other with swords...

The bloody scene of that day flashed before his eyes again, and Brot's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

he is afraid?

Yes, he was terribly afraid!

Lancet didn't seem to notice the tense atmosphere, he raised his hand and rubbed the blond hair twice, and praised with a smile: "Well done."

The slightly messy blond hair was parted by that movement, revealing a pair of strange red eyes, which were empty.

"Go." Lansd said lightly again.

……

The man lowered his body slightly, his slender fingers resting on the black cloth-wrapped sword hilt at his waist.

Both Sacha and Brott are very familiar with this action - this is Weier's preparatory posture before attacking - he is probably the most popular student in the hunter school, no matter whether it is preparing or making a move, he is the same. Textbook precision.

But they never thought that when they made this action, they would be on the opposite side of him.

"Vill..."

Blot couldn't help repeating it again, holding the spear in his hand with trembling hands, but was dragged behind by Sacha.

"I'm coming!" Those green eyes were full of awe.

It was the first time that he was so thankful that his weapon was the sealing chain that mainly contained containment, but it was also the first time that he hated himself so much. Compared with containment, he was more familiar with its attack usage.

Sacha took a deep breath and stepped forward.

……calm.

Bring Vile back...

It's just... a slightly over-the-top sparring.

He kept repeating it to himself in his head.

Sacha was familiar with Vail's habits and knew his "weaknesses".

The moment the sword is drawn, there will be a moment of stagnation, as long as you seize the opportunity, injure... no, wrap around his wrist...

As he thought about it, his hand holding the chain was already sweating slightly.

Sacha rehearsed that scene several times in his mind, but in reality, it couldn't be realized after all.

...How short was that moment of stagnation, at least the disturbed Sacha couldn't catch it now.

The moment the silver light came out of its sheath, he knew it was too late.

Different from the holy guns held by the Holy See's successive saints in Brott's hands, and also different from his sealing chains, the "God's Radiance" in Weir's hands was once even just one of the many weapons in the association's warehouse, which is indeed rare. But it was in his hand that he was dubbed that extraordinary name—it was not the weapon that bestowed that radiance, but the man who wielded it.

Sacha finally saw the beautiful silver light with his own eyes...

He couldn't even catch the trajectory of the blade, he only had time to let the chains interweave into a net in front of him, hoping that the defense could block the blow.

There was no crisp sound of the blade colliding with the chain in the air, on the contrary, there was a muffled sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh.

Everyone present widened their eyes.

Lanced, who was not a human race, was even more stunned. He lowered his head slowly, and the bright silver blade was piercing his chest. If he hadn't just moved to the side for a moment, the sword would have sunk right into it. His heart center.

Even now, the weapon soaked in the holy water continued to expand the wound with a scorching heat.

Compared with the anger of being "betrayed", Lansd is more stunned...

how come? !How could he be out of control? ! !

The system is also screaming: "Mission, host... mission!!"

The protagonist suffers! !What he should stab is the protagonist! !What a good opportunity to complete the task, the host actually stabbed the wrong person! !

Bai Mu didn't have time to explain the reason to his silly Baitian system, but asked first: "What is the result of the calculation?"

The system screamed and showed Bai Mu the result of 99.97%.

Bai Mu let out a sigh of relief: You bet right!

Just as he was thinking about this, Lanced had already reacted, reached out and grabbed the part of the blade that hadn't sunk into his chest, blood dripped down, and accompanied by a creepy sizzling sound, his sword fell to the ground side.

He didn't let go of the shackles on Bai Mu, and those blood-stained hands directly grabbed Bai Mu's neck.

"When?"

When Lanstead asked this question, his tone was light, as if he was not angry—if he didn't look at the hand that was tightening more and more.

Bai Mu knew what Lanstead was asking—it was nothing more than asking when he lost control.

In fact, not long ago, just after waking up, the other party called him like a dog.

Bai Mu vaguely realized that if he forcibly snatched control of his body, with the sudden extra strength in his body, he would still be able to compete.

but……

Of course the hole cards must be kept.

Is it true to expose a little face?Only a fool can do it! !

The author has something to say: Today I saw that the column has collected over [-], and I will add another chapter to thank the little angels for their support~

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